My blog started with my 2012 Brazil Adventures trip, where I first used my new iPad, to share my travel experiences and photos with others. I share how I travel, what I carry, costs, experiences, and challenges.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Since 2005, I have maintained a free website which is: www.huntforgold.homestead.com

It has allowed me to describe my travels and to post some of my travel pictures. I started it when I had a PC, but now I have only Apple computers. I can only edit it using a Windows based PC. So for the past few years I have been "renting" the Seattle library's PCs to edit my Homestead site. In addition, I am unable to add any more pictures because I have run out of storage space and can only get more by paying a monthly fee. Not for me!

I then began to explore other free website locations starting with Google and there my search ended with my new website. I can load video clips that I have uploaded to YouTube, advertise my travel adventure DVDs including a PayPal button which allows people to buy them directly from me, post other travel pictures, and add links to my favorite websites. I think I will also be able to provide links to Picasa photo albums, but I first need to figure out how Picasa works.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

After a great lasagne dinner washed down with a large beer, I walked to the Ouro Preto bus station for the 10 PM night bus back to Rio. Although it was a rainy, twisty ride through the mountains, I slept most of the way thanks to my sleep mask and the beer I had for dinner.

I got in to the Rio Bus station at about 6 AM so I decided to take a shower for 5 BRs at the bus station since I had the entire day to take a last look at Rio before my 9:15 PM departure on my American Air flight to DFW. The shower area had a separate dressing area that was enough to store my backpack and lay out my clothes without getting them wet and the water was hot with a high volume. Just what I needed after the night ride. I dropped off my baggage at the left baggage office at the bus station before heading out to the beaches of Rio.

I jumped on a bus headed to the Ipanema beach area, but when I got there, there were few people because it was cold, overcast, and early in the morning. I ended up having breakfast at a walk up fruit juice stand which consisted of an egg, cheese, hamburger meat sandwich along with some strong coffee con lieto along with an acaci, banana, and orange smoothie for 8 BRs.

Along the Ipanema Beach, I decided to sit a bit with the most influential 20th Century Brazilian poet, Carlos Drummond. As you can see, there are few people on the beach.

I ended up walking from this Ipanema Beach all the way to Botafago which is near Sugar Loaf which you can see in the distance beyond the wavy black and white walkway. They have many of these patterned walkways throughout various cities in Brazil that symbolize the mixing of the waters like I saw near Manaus where the Rio Negro mixes with the Amazon.

As usual when I travel, the last day or days become more of thinking about returning home rather than enjoying the last views of the country you are in. I am reminded of John Steinbeck's comment in Travels with Charley, "Who has known a journey to be over and dead before the traveler returns?"

When I returned to the bus station, I quickly found the Real Bus stop there that would get me out to the airport about a 40 minute ride for just 12 BRs. My full American Air flight left on time at 9:15PM with stops in DFW and Phoenix before getting to SEA for a total of 16 1/2 hours of flight time which took me 24 hours. After I cleared immigration and customs at DFW, I stopped at an American Air gate that was loading passengers for a nonstop flight to Seattle. They had room, but they would not take me because my ticket was a frequent flyer ticket. So I ended up taking the American flight as scheduled to Phoenix. There I changed planes to SEA to Alaska Air, one of American's partners. They too had an earlier flight, but it was full. That allowed me to enjoy the delights of the Phoenix airport. That was not too bad though, because they, like SEA, had free wifi throughout the terminal unlike the mercenary DFW airport. I arrived at SEA at about 5 PM and enjoyed a beautiful approach to Seattle by coming up the Eastside and then turning over Medina for some fantastic views of the Seattle area. I acted as a tour guide to my window seat mate from Holland pointing out all of the major landmarks along the way including Bill Gates mansion. In all my travels, I still think flying into Seattle is the most scenic.

I caught the light rail at the airport to the University St. stop, just 3 blocks from home.

It is now a week later and I have just completed tallying up my travel costs as well as some other factoids and here they are:

Total cost--$4273 or about $95 per day

45 days travel with 24 nights in 13 different hostels-- cost $417 with an average cost $17 per night

3 nights on planes

9 nights on buses

6 nights in Amazon boat cabin--cost for 7 day trip 300 BRs

3 nights and 4 days on Amazon Iguana Jungle tour--cost 500 BRs

Food costs, including beverages--lots of beer--was $1721 for an average cost of $38 per day. Almost all of the hostels provided free breakfasts so you can see I spent a lot on food.

Total travel and transportation costs were $1218.

The American air fare round trip from SEA to Rio cost 40,000 miles and $64. If I would have paid for this flight, it would have cost me $1200. The round trip distance is 14,230 miles.

The TAM air flight from Manaus in the Amazon down to Belo Horizante cost $191. This flight took 5 hours with a stop in Brasilia and a distance of 1585 miles.

The 7 day Amazon Boat ride cost $158 and traveled 850 miles up the Amazon from Belem to Manaus.

The remainder of the costs were for the local buses and metros but primarily for the long distance bus rides. I traveled 5503 miles and spent 144 hours on these long distance bus rides.

I spent $645 on local tours and admissions to museums which included these major tourist attractions:

$290 for the 3 night and 4 day Iguana Tours to the Amazon Jungle outside Manaus.

$90 for the Rio tour which included Christ the Redeemer, Sugar Loaf, Lapa, Carnaval parade grounds and the beaches.

$45 for the Rocinha Favela tour in Rio.

$21 for the Paraty boat tour of four islands which included snorkeling.

$160 for the two days of tours to the Brazil and Argentina Foz do Iguaca waterfalls including a boat ride under these waterfalls.

My supply costs were just $272 with about $200 for a replacement camera for the one that was stolen. Since I have Allianz travel insurance, my stolen camera, SD card and shirt claim will result in a reimbursement of $251 for these losses. The remainder of these expenses were for toiletries, laundry, haircuts, and other minor items.

When I look over all of these expenses, I realize that I could have reduced my food costs considerably by spending just $20 per day instead of $38 per day. That would have saved me about $820. But then I would have missed out in some fabulous meals and heat quenching beer.

This is another on of my trips where I have seen very few US Citizens traveling these days since the 9/11 attacks. Most travelers I met in my Brazil travels were from other Latin American countries, Europe, Australia, or the Far East. On all of my long distance bus rides, I was the only Gringo aboard. It was the same with my 7 day Amazon boat ride--not only was I the only Gringo, but there was only one passenger on board who spoke English and Robson got off at Santarem. Brazil is very similar to to the US with regard to other languages spoken--- In Brazil it is just Portuguese and in the US just English. Maybe with the Olympics coming to Brazil that may improve somewhat.

I was pleased that I was able to see so much of the country and especially enjoyed my time in the Amazon. I still find it hard to believe that after 7 days of travel up the Amazon it was still more than a mile wide at Manaus where the Rio Negro and Amazon Rivers meet and run for miles before mixing into the coffee latte colored Amazon.

It is hard to identify my favorite places, but the Amazon, Foz do Iguacu Falls, along with the smaller preserved towns of Paraty and Ouro Preto would be high on my favorites list.

This is the end of my Hoov's Brazil Adventures blog which I have enjoyed putting together. Now to start thinking about where to travel next for that, too, is part of the journey.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

It turned out that the airport bus I took dropped me off at a Tourist Bus stop and not the long distance bus stop like I had thought it would do. Itwas now about midnight since the plane arrived late. I got in a cab and told him to take me to the Rodavaria--long distance bus station. I gave him the name of the Madrid Hotel, a LP recommended budget hotel. This would be a departure for me in that up until now I have stayed at Hostels. As we approached the area, the hordes of homeless were getting ready to sleep along the sidewalks all around the Rodavaria area including in front of the Madrid Hotel. The taxi driver said this was a dangerous place to be, but I said I would be going to the hotel right away.

After he dropped me off, I found out Madrid was locked and the night clerk said they were full up, or at least that is what I thought he said. I figured I might be staying at the bus station for the night until an old guy came up to me with a card for the Brasilia Palace Hotel which I had spotted just around the corner. He walked with me there, but rather than walk on the sidewalks, where all the homeless were settling down for the night or having yet another beer or other drink, he walked me down the middle of the street until we got to the Brasilia Palace Hotel. This place is more like a broke down palace. The price was 77BR with no Internet, but I did have a TV with one soft porn channel and I would find out in the morning whether I had hot water for my shower.

My neighbors were quiet and I quickly fell asleep and awoke my normal 6 AM time and indeed had a hot shower complete with a small sliver of soap and a towel. I packed up quickly and was handing in the keys when the night clerk told me breakfast was included. It was a great breakfast of a cheese and ham panini, sweet melon, apple and a bucket of hot coffee with hot milk as well.

I got to the Rodavaria across the street at about 6:45 AM and after asking around I found the right bus that just about to leave for the two hour ride to Ouro Preto. I was glad to get out of that area and on my way to my final tourist destination.

I arrived just about 9 AM and found that the description of this town with its well preserved buildings and steep, windy, cobblestone streets exactly as described in all of the guidebooks. I easily found the La Em Casa Hostel right on the main square--- Praca Tiradentes. The staff there was very friendly and helpful and there were only two of us guests for the first night. The weather, too had changed considerably from the 90 degree--80% humidity down to something like 55--65 degrees with fog in the early mornings. Even inside the hostel and restaurants around town these are the same temperatures inside the buildings. I guess everybody bundles up.

Praca Tiradentes

Santuario da Conceicao with Igreja de Santa Efigenia dos Pretos in the distance which was built between 1742 and 1749 by and for the Black slave community.

The Casa do Ouvidor and O Passo are two of my favorite restaurants with many others to choose from.

This was the daily special at O Passo: File de peixe a mojo de camaroes, arroz Branco, ane is de cebola empanadas e saladinha--fish smothered in shrimp filled tomato sauce with fried onion rings, rice and salad. Cost: 19.90 BR or $10.50 USD. Plus the shop of beer was 4BR and came from their own microbrewery.

Igreja NS do Rosario do Pretos

View from my dorm room-- we now have four guests here, an Australian guy and gal, who arrived separately, a French woman and me. This is now the low season for visiting this part of Brazil with most travelers heading for the warm, sunny beaches to the north. Meanwhile, we are all here in the living room bundled up with our bed blankets draped around us to cut the chill.

Monday, May 21, 2012

After being on the Amazon for a week, I enjoyed just walking about Manaus to view the various shops and markets along with seeing some of the flooded streets down by the docks. Both before and after my Iguana Tours jungle adventure, I walked about town. I stayed at the Gol Backpackers Hostel which was just a few doors from the Amazona Teatro Opera House where they were planning to perform the Magic Flute by Mozart on the night before I leave Manaus for Ouro Preto.

Flooded Waterfront Entrance

Mercado Renovation Partially Flooded

View of Opera House from the Taj Mahal--In Manaus, not India

Opera House is viewed from the Plaza with the wavy black and white paving that symbolizes the "Mixing of the Waters" which is also found throughout Brazil including Ipanema Beach walkway in Rio.

More flooding near Maritz Plaza

Unloading the Banana Boats with each stalk selling wholesale from 5 to 20 BRs or about $2.50 to $10.

The day after our return from the Amazon I had walked about town with Katy from the UK who was on the jungle tour along with Colim from New York. They had transformed one of the busy commercial shopping streets into a Sunday Market where they were selling almost everything from these little 5 by five shops as well as food stalls. I stopped for an egg sandwich and a coffee since our Gol Hostel breakfast was so pitiful.

Shortly after returning to the Gol Hostel the rains came down and it looked like the night's Opera would be endangered. This is a view up toward the Opera House area Just a few steps from our hostel.

But as the day proceeded, the rains disappeared, and the crowds began filling up the thousands of seats---some did carry umbrellas though. At 7PM, The Magic Flute began with the orchestra performing inside the Teatro Amazona. Here is a clip where the heroine is negotiating for the return of her beloved with the queen of darkness. Many of the scenes and characters invoked an Amazon motif. I thoroughly enjoyed it as did most of the families around me. Imagine this Opera in the heart of the Amazon at a building built by the wealth of the rubber barons.

The following day I took care of a number of tasks such as getting a picture of the Pineapple plantation home surrounded by the highest flood in memory as requested by the homeowner, a haircut, exchanging some of my cash, and figuring out when and where to take the airport bus.

When I got to the airport, I was pleased to see that the Danish couple, Jacob and Selena, I had met on the Iguana Tour, were there waiting for the flight they had booked with Jerry's help and my delivery service to the Iguana Office in Manaus while they were still on the jungle tour.

As I left Manaus, I took this picture of the flooded Amazon from the air.

On to Belo Horizonte for an overnight in a fleabag hotel near the bus station with an early 2 hour bus ride to Ouro Preto the following morning.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

My 3 night and 4 day trip to the Amzon jungle began with a cross town drive to the water taxi area in the industrial area of Manaus. I was the only passenger in this high speed boat across the Rio Negro with a short stop at the mixing of the waters where the dark coffee colored Rio Negro ran parallel with the coffee latte colored Amazon for miles before combining. We continued crossing the Amazon until,we reached a boat landing. Again there's lots of flooding and I heard the the flood has hit an all tie high watermark.

I joined another couple from the UK on a 2 month holiday as we then drove about an hour to another boat landing. On the way there were several areas where the river was crossing the roadway with up to 1 to 1 1/2 feet deep.

At the next boat landing, we each got into different speed boats for a 1 1/2 hour journey down the river to the Iguana Tours Lodge. For some of the journey we went through narrow, twisty passages where branches from both sides grazed the boat.

As we pulled up to the lodge, I was greeted by five guests and three staff members. Jerry, the owner, from Guyana greeted me and showed me around just as lunch was almost ready. His two staff members were Damien and Tieton, both were local natives who spoke English well. Three of the guests were leaving that day: a Swiss fellow, a Dutch woman who was an engineer, and a German woman who was finishing up her research thesis on the feasibility of using the Brazil nut wastes for charcoal briquettes.

There were now just 3 of us for the afternoon tour to see the grey and pink dolphins, birds and monkeys in the Amazon jungle. The fellow was Guillmo from France who was living in Moscow while he finished studies at the Russian Film Academy and his girl friend, Anna, was from Russia. She is a transactional Psychologist and spoke four languages. I was confused for a bit because one of them would,say something in Russian and the other would respond in French and vice versa or sometimes in English.

We first went fishing for piranha with no luck and then we went up into the jungle canopy that was now flooded looking for wildlife. Jerry would kill the engine and he would quietly paddle us into the narrow parts where we would see fleeting glimpses of the capuchin monkeys swinging from tree to to tree or a pair of Toucans taking flight along with other birds too numerous to remember.

Sunset at the Iguana Lodge

On the seond day, we got up just before dawn to catch the birds taking their first morning flights. Lots of white egrets were taking flight around schools of fish. We again checked several inlets for more wildlife before returning for breakfast.

After breakfast we headed up the Juma River to visit a local family plantation of pineapples and bananas. right around their home, they had planted a variety of fruits and vegetables for their own use including peppers, lemongrass, ginger, mangoes, bananas and other plants. Chickens were every where even inside the house where a hen was trying to hatch her eggs.

We then headed to the plantation area and along the way we saw where old plantings abandoned were now being taken over again by the jungle. Apparently the soil in the Amazon is very poor because the heavy rains each year wash away the humus into the Amazon River. to enrich the soil for the plantations, they do the slash and burn which generates potash so that after the burn the soil can support about three to four years of pineapple and banana crops. The process is then repeated as they move the crops around their native holdings.

He showed us the starters they use for the new pineapple plants as well as digging up a manoic root, chuck full of poisonous cyanide. The family here had a manioc factory that processes this deadly plant into manioc meal, but it was under water.

We then returned to the family home and went inside to savor a pineapple we had picked up because a skunk had partially eaten it. While in the home, we checked out the crafts they were selling. I picked up some bracelets and necklaces along the a masks made from coconut shell trumpeter feathers and piranha teeth. As we were leaving the woman asked if we could send her a picture of her home with the big flood.

In the afternoon we went canoeing where normally we would have hiked. we had a hard time navigating without running into overhead sticks. One place we got stuck by some mad ants that covered a log by our boat. They were so mad that they jumped into the water and entered our boat so we called them pirate ants. It was an exhausting three hour canoe ride.

We also came across this tiny birds nest along the waterway with two chicks inside.

Since we didn't catch any piranha, we figured it was safe to take a dip in the Amazon by the lodge. Very refreshing.

Later a fierce rainstorm blew in just before dinner.

After the rain passed, we went out after dark to catch the cayman. Our guide, Tieton, used a flashlight to spot the caymen's eyes. He then quickly grabbed it firmly at the throat. He then had me hold him. He just warned me not to loosen my grip around his neck or he would get very agitated. No chance of that!

Today we will be doing our jungle walk with Tieton showing us plants and animals that are used for shelter, utinsels, medicine, or food.

We would amble along for a bit when Tieton would stop and show us a bark that could be chewed to prevent malaria and another one to control diaherra.

He then found this one nut that had three chambers and then ask which of us wanted one. I agreed and then learned that they were not nuts but larva!

Well, I volunteered to eat it and so I did. It tasted like a creamy brazil nut, but nothing I would go out of my way to try again.

After that I needed a bit of water, so Tieton cut this bit of vine and water dripped out.

We then came to this ant nest and he had put his hand into it and had the ants crawling over his arms and then he squashed them and explained that the smell of the crushed ants were a good mosquito repellant.

For two nights I have been staying in this cottage even though I just paid for a dorm bed since it was now their low season.

We are now leaving the comfort of this lodge to camp out in hammocks in the jungle.

We got there and strung up our hammocks as it got dark while Teiton got the chicken laid out over the fire, while the rice was cooking in the pot. Some banana leaves provide us with a clean table top where the chicken was laid out along with the ever present pineapple.

In the morning we waited for the morning coffee to heat and the eggs to boil. Some folks toasted their bread while waiting.

After we broke camp, Jerry took me to a rubber plantation where the owner demonstrated how he would get the latex and then use it to make boots and pouches. After dipping the boots in latex, he would use the thick smoke to cure the rubber before putting on another coat. He would repeat this process several times.

Jerry said that this guy was only now doing this for tourists that Jerry brings to him for a bit of payment and that this way of life is dying out.

I am now at the end of my Amazon Jungle adventures except for the two hour boat ride back, followed by an hour drive over flooded waters by a maniac driver followed by another one hour boat ride across the meeting of the waters and finally a half hour drive through Manaus to the Gol Hostel.

Monday, May 14, 2012

This is my last day on the Melio Correa as I savor the small buttered roll and coffee.

I haven't seen very many good sunrises, and this is the last one while on the boat.

We should arrive around noon, about 15 hours behind schedule.

As we come into Manaus, everybody is packing up their hammocks and personal items.

Here is where the mixing of the waters occurs where the coffee latte Amazon runs parallel with the Rio Negro which reminds me of black coffee and has less sediment. The wavy black and white walkways in Rio area symbolizes the meeting of the waters.

Here is the industrial portion of Manaus.

I finally have arrived in Manaus as I leave behind the Melio Correa.

This journey was a once in a life time adventure, not to be repeated. The scenery did not vary all that much for the seven days. Since this was primarily a cargo ship, you get treated kind of like Amtrak customers do. This boat requires the crew to be certified by the Brazil Merchant after a whole series of sinkings of similar boats with loss of life and property. The purpose of the training is to have better trained crews for handling possible disasters including proper loading of the cargo including weight limits and life saving rescue techniques.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

I got up shortly after 6 and instead of paying for breakfast this morning, it was free. The only problem is that they ran out of breakfast food, but we were given a roll and coffee. Good thing I had that cheeseburger with egg the night before. We will see what surprises they have for us a lunch.

This morning the sky is mostly clear and the river is wide. The temperature is in the 80s with continuing high humidity. The movement of the boat keeps me comfortable and keeps the little flying bugs away unless you sit somewhere the breeze does not reach you.

The captain told me to just head to breakfast and coffee since it was free this morning. When I saw the cook, he told me there was "no mais" cheese, ham or egg, just the bread roll and coffee. they had run out of breakfast food. At least I enjoyed three cups of the sweet coffee with hot milk as I chewed my roll thinking back to last night's cheeseburger with fried egg I had in Santarem.

After my morning shower I ended up laying down on my bunk and propped the door open to watch the passing scenery and occasionally nodding off to sleep. when I heard the engine slow down, I figured we were approaching our next town, Obidos. We docked at 11:30 AM which was now about 13 1/2 hours behind schedule. They did not have much to unload, so our stop would only be for an hour. The entire downtown area was flooded and the businesses down there had erected temporary wooden floors in their stores and connected them with extensive network of wooden walkways.

I walked around the flooded area a bit until a rainstorm hit and I ran quickly back to the Nelio Correa just before the boat's whistle blew. As we pulled away, yet another passenger missed the departure, but this time he got a speedboat to get him caught up to our boat. Just as he was preparing to jump aboard our boat, he fell on his back much to the amusement of our passengers. The capitan was not very happy with this second latecomer, but the passengers got a kick out of watching my replay of the passenger's misadventures. I am hoping we don't lose our shore privileges at the remaining stops. This boat is getting very small.

The passengers are thinning out with each stop with few additional ones boarding. At 6:30 PM we pulled into the small village of Juruti for just long enough to drop off five passengers. We tied up next to another river boat with passengers and a nearby Brazilian Navy gunboat and Zodiac.

Our dinner was just a beef noodle soup and only cost 3 BRs though. I wonder what tommorrow's taste treats will bring.

We continue on as the sun just disappears with no particular sunset, just a cloudy darkening grey to darkness.

About Me

Hello, my name is Rick Hunt. I retired after 35 years with the Federal governments as a Human Resource manager. I began to realize my love for extended travel especially throughout Asia and Latin America. I started my extended travel adventures 2000 by going to Tibet, Bhutan, Nepal, and Thailand. In March 2002 I did another tour with Wilderness Travel to Cambodia, Laos, Vietnam and Thailand.
After these experiences, I began to do independent traveling to Asia and South American countries—-sometimes combining them with a tour groups to unique places like the Annapurna Circuit, Nepal with Room to Read, homestays in the Ladakh Region of India or Cordillera Blanca and Choquequirao places in Peru with Crooked Trails. The Lonely Planet guides have been indispensable in planning and during my travels. I have now traveled to 43 countries and look forward to seeing more.